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work -- one of the most popular in history, I am told, with some ten million
copies sold worldwide. Now the most common question people ask is: "What does
this success mean to you?"

It surprises me. I didn't expect failure either. It was a work and I did it.
Parts of Dune Messiah and Children of Dune were written before Dune was
completed. They fleshed out more in the writing, but the essential story
remained intact. I was a writer and I was writing. The success meant I could
spend more time writing.

Looking back on it, I realize I did the right thing instinctively. You don't
write for success. That takes part of your attention away from the writing. If
you're really doing it, that's all you're doing: writing.

There's an unwritten compact between you and the reader. If someone enters a
bookstore and sets down hard earned money (energy) for your book, you owe that
person some entertainment and as much more as you can give.

That was really my intention all along.


Frank Herbert




Most discipline is hidden discipline, designed not to liberate but to limit. Do
not ask Why? Be cautious with How? Why? leads inexorably to paradox. How?
traps you in a universe of cause and effect. Both deny the infinite.

-The Apocrypha of Arrakis


"Taraza told you, did she not, that we have gone through eleven of these Duncan
Idaho gholas? This one is the twelfth."

The old Reverend Mother Schwangyu spoke with deliberate bitterness as she looked
down from the third-story parapet at the lone child playing on the enclosed
lawn. The planet Gammu's bright midday sunlight bounced off the white courtyard
walls filling the area beneath them with brilliance as though a spotlight had
been directed onto the young ghola.

Gone through! the Reverend Mother Lucilla thought. She allowed herself a short
nod, thinking how coldly impersonal were Schwangyu's manner and choice of words.
We have used up our supply; send us more!

The child on the lawn appeared to be about twelve standard years of age, but
appearance could be deceptive with a ghola not yet awakened to his original
memories. The child took that moment to look up at the watchers above him. He
was a sturdy figure with a direct gaze that focused intently from beneath a